City ​​of Witches 140

Chapter 140 – #30_Homecoming(3)

#138

1.
The thick paper envelope Albireo handed over also contained a piece of paper with the address of the house Siwoo would be staying at.
I don’t know what it was originally used for, but there were 10 places in Korea, 3 in Seoul, and the rest seemed to be one in each metropolitan city of each province.
Looking at it like this, it feels like I’ve become an agent of the National Intelligence Service and am being handed over a safe house.

Siwoo took a taxi to Sinchon, specifically a newly built two-room officetel near Ewha Women’s University Station.
How do I know so well? It’s because there was a detailed explanation with photos, as if there was going to be a briefing.
For reference, the monthly rent including management fees was 1.4 million won.

While moving, I looked at the scenery flowing outside the taxi and watched the changed world.
Sinchon is a place I haven’t visited much except when I came out on vacation to meet friends, but still, the scenery of the streets and many other things have changed.
As a street of youth and trends, Sinchon is sensitive to trends, so the changes are easily noticeable.

There were more busking singers than before, and people wore wireless earphones tightly in their ears instead of wired earphones.
I also got a smartphone at a mobile phone store before coming, and the design had changed a lot.
Four more series had been released since the last smartphone he used.

“Phones are Samsung.”

While fiddling with his phone and gazing at the nostalgic cityscape as if possessed, he arrived at his destination.
Siwoo’s house is on the top floor of a mixed-use officetel.
It wasn’t a penthouse or anything special, but it was clean and well-organized, as expected of a new building.
I was a little surprised that there were all kinds of furniture and even tableware.

“Wow, they even stocked up on beer.”

Siwoo took out two cans of beer from the refrigerator.
He stood in front of the living room window and looked down at the city for a moment.
It’s close to the Gyeongui Line and the Line 2, so transportation is very convenient.

However, the scenery outside the window was desolate, as if the view had been traded for convenience.
Of course, Siwoo, who had just returned home, was thrilled just by looking at the cars spinning around in the rotary, so it didn’t matter much.
After enjoying the scenery for a while, Siwoo threw his bag of luggage on the sofa and took out the smartphone he had activated today.

“Home is the best.”

It was activated under Siwoo’s alias, but I don’t know if it will continue to work well without being ‘initialized’.
But I don’t care much.
I can just activate it again when that happens.

“What does it matter, it’s not my money.”

Didn’t Count Albireo say that?
Buy everything except a private jet.
There’s nothing better than the news to find out what’s changed.
He enjoyed the feeling of being a released prisoner and searched for things he was curious about while drinking beer.

“Wow, this game is really ruined.”

The game that Siwoo enjoyed 5 years ago, which was said to be a bad game, was really ruined.

“My name is really gone.”

All the interview articles that boasted about him as a math prodigy or math genius as if he were their own child had disappeared.
In addition, I searched for the plane accident that happened on the day Siwoo was kidnapped to Gehenna, but nothing came up.
If a plane crashed, it would be a pretty big incident, but even after searching through foreign media, it was the same, so it seems that this also never happened.

“Wow, I should have bought this before I left.”

The virtual currency that I only knew about before has risen hundreds of times in price, and it seems that a cyber gold rush has occurred.
If I had bought 500,000 won worth of it at that time, how much would it be now?
Siwoo didn’t even realize the time was passing and stared at the screen, looking through various things.

It’s so happy to just lie on the sofa, drink beer, and watch the news.

First of all, there’s so much to do.
I have to watch the movies I missed, the dramas I couldn’t finish, I want to check what kind of innovative papers have come out in the meantime, and there are many places I want to go.
Right now, the most important thing among them.

“Let’s eat.”

Food.
The food in Gehenna was also excellent, but it lacked the salty, spicy, and stimulating taste of Korean food.
Siwoo immediately installed a delivery app and picked out the foods he wanted to eat.

Pork belly, kimchi stew, kimchi jjigae, bossam, jokbal, chicken, pizza, gopchang makchang, yukhoe, tuna sashimi, jjimdak, sushi.
I just picked out everything I wanted to eat as soon as I saw it.

After laying out the food that was delivered after ringing the doorbell dozens of times on the floor, I turned on the TV and watched the news while munching on the hometown food that I missed so much.

The unique sour and spicy taste of aged kimchi danced in my mouth, harmonizing with the savory pork ribs.
I put five pieces of jokbal, full of the pungent smell of medicinal herbs, on a lettuce leaf and ate it with raw garlic.
I shoved the delivered pork belly stir-fried with mushrooms into my mouth until my cheeks were bursting.
After putting gopchang and makchang on a chives salad and taking a big bite, I had a shot of soju as a palate cleanser.
I usually don’t like soju, but today it was so smooth on my tongue.

“Kuh…! Good, good.”

The body that has become a spirit doesn’t need food supply.
Moreover, it doesn’t die of old age.

I can’t feel that right away, but there was an advantage that I could immediately realize at this moment.
That is, no matter how full I am, food keeps going in.

“Wow, it’s so delicious.”

Siwoo’s gourmet tour continued for a full 5 hours.

2.
A cabin in the forest of cork trees.
On the bed where Siwoo and I often fell asleep together.
Siwoo, who was looking at Amelia with burning eyes, kissed her.

When his soft, thicker tongue than a woman’s forced its way between her lips, Amelia clung to him as if she had been waiting for it.

Even though it’s a sign of affection and love, it’s an act of exchanging each other’s saliva.
A very unhygienic and unclean act.
Yet, there was no sense of rejection in her heart, which was beating strangely fast.

Thick arms wrapped around her waist and gripped the back of her neck.
Thick palms gripping her chest.
The two were not wearing a single thread, so she could feel his presence from every place they touched.

“Siwoo… Siwoo…”

When she called his name like this, a gentle look would return.
His affectionate touch wrapped around her body like a snake, and his fingers, which had been gripping her chest, tapped her nipples.
Each time, electricity generated inside her belly, tingling.
A balloon-like swelling of heat and a slight fever mixed with a hot sigh.

“Haa… ha…”

Siwoo pinched the tips of Amelia’s nipples, which were sticking out sharply.

“Ah, it hurts…”

The sharp pain that pierced her chest as if punishing her soon became an intense stimulation, and Amelia staggered on the bed, crushed under his body.
Amelia did not refuse his touch.
Rather, she pushed out her chest as if asking for more and forcibly suppressed her floating waist.

“But… more, please… Siwoo…”

Amelia was covering her mouth and nose with Siwoo’s shirt, as if she were evacuating from a fire.
The sense of smell is the most closely related sense to memory among the five senses.
Now that Siwoo has left, his scent, which she can no longer smell directly, is deeply embedded in this fabric.
If she inhales it deeply, she can recall the happy days and feel as if she is in his arms.

“Siwoo… ugh… ugh…”

Amelia’s body, which was massaging her own chest with her other hand and rubbing her nipples with her fingernails, slowly began to tremble.
Because she was only wearing a flimsy nightgown, her smooth legs, exposed under the moonlight, were writhing as if enduring pain, and her tightly pressed knees rubbed together, resisting the unfamiliar sensation.
Each time, the soft pubic hair rustled, making a rustling sound.

“Heung… Hieueueup…!”

Amelia muffled her moans by covering her mouth with his shirt.
Along with the sensation of something gushing out from her nipples, a wave of pleasure that made her head and uterus ring covered her body like a wave.

“Haa… uh…”

Amelia’s eyelids, which had been tightly closed, fluttered open, revealing her hazy sky-blue eyes.
Even though she hadn’t touched it, a thick liquid flowed from Amelia’s petals, as if a seasonal fruit had been split open.
Because of that, even the sheet that supported her buttocks became all wet, but she had no time to care about it now.

One of Amelia’s special perfumes, ‘Perfume of Illusion’, was placed on the bedside table.
It is a perfume that blurs the boundaries between imagination and reality, inducing a kind of trance state.
Thanks to that, Amelia could feel as if she was really in Siwoo’s arms with just a little imagination and concentration.

Even Amelia, who was only focused on magic research, used the Perfume of Illusion without fail when the dark night rose with the moon.
Because for that moment, she could put aside all her pain for a while.

“……..”

But once the hot air that had made her heat up alone cooled down, the emptiness and helplessness, like an abyss, returned to their place, as always.

After Siwoo left, Amelia retreated back to the cabin.
Just like she did after losing her teacher, she curled up in her own room and only studied magic.
The only thing that has changed is that she sometimes massages her own chest like this.
Other than that, there was no significant difference from Amelia’s daily life that had continued until now.

It’s the most familiar thing for Amelia.
It’s the thing Amelia is most confident in.
Hasn’t she been doing this for over a hundred years?

Amelia used magic to clean her body and sat curled up on the bed.
In front of her gaze, in the cupboard where she usually kept teacups, there was a white paper folded neatly in half.
Sophia, who visited the cabin a week ago, had delivered it, saying it was a letter left by Siwoo.

Like her teacher’s will, which she still couldn’t bring herself to read, Amelia couldn’t open the letter.
The moment she reads that letter, everything will be decided.
The ending will be determined without leaving any room for imagination or any hope.

What kind of letter would Siwoo, who had left with such resentful eyes, have left behind…
She had been thinking about it all day long, but the anxiety that it might be the end paralyzed Amelia like the venom of a viper that had penetrated her veins.

To be honest, she didn’t think he would have forgiven her.
Because the weight was tilted towards the thought that it was a notification announcing the end of the relationship rather than the last desperate hope.

“I’m a coward…”

She understands that Siwoo’s anger is justified.
She had spent her days filled with regret, repeatedly thinking about Siwoo’s appearance when he said, holding back tears, that she was terribly selfish.

To put it in Amelia’s perspective, it was like realizing that the teacher she had followed and loved more than anyone else had actually been tormenting her obsessively for a long time.
The sense of betrayal and loss can be understood without going into detail.

She had no right to package it as clumsy love, at least not for Amelia herself, so she was just running away, and running away again.

Amelia reached out and grabbed the perfume bottle again.
She dabbed a few drops on her wrist and applied it to her neck and behind her ears, then lay down on the bed.
When she closed her eyes and leaned her back against the pillow, Siwoo came again.
His hands massaged Amelia’s naked body as if it were his own, and he sweetly took her lips.

“Siwoo…”

Her worries and anguish deepened with the night.
Behind it, Amelia’s desperate sighs, as if her heart was burning, echoed quietly along with the sound of insects.